Ran a couple of things I've written through a comprehension site - a one-voice, 500-word feature from Sunday's paper and a live column from the Music City Bowl. Both came in around a seventh-grade reading level.

Seems about right.

Then I ran a 450-word letter I just wrote pertaining to a certain complaint I have, most likely to be ready by someone's executive assistant. About a 13th-grade level. Again, I think I hit the spot I was aiming for.

Years late, to play the hardball pace-of-play dirge . . . never mind the players . . . endless commercials have cooked that goose, unless they go to three balls and two strikes . . . which ain't happenin'.